“Remains of childhood ,ashes of teen, looking forward to become nineteen”

Like many i don’t like rain coz it make me remember my first love,

Rather it amazes me ,how a drop in grief of pain of becoming homeless falling to its unknown destiny can give that much essence of pleasure ,in the Midest when I know that every falling thing is destined to shatter into countless.

Neither I love moon for its presence in my childhood fantasy nor being it’s mention in beloveds melody fill me with emotions.

It’s much more magical to me that light from its loneliness makes my heart crystal clear.

My love for dark can potrait me self centred or broken to many ,

But truth lies here ,that darkness never betrayed me .Perhaps ray of my hope in light either get dim or I just end up making a wrong decision.

Like a child I feel every word , like a teen I take it on my bubble ego and like mature adult I never forget it.

Horrid screams of mine still persist inside.